I was not always as wise as I am now *cough*

Tonight I was remembering a random snippet from my childhood:

When I was maybe six or seven, I found brushing my teeth to be a needless interuption in my day. It took up too much valuable time that could have been spent reading or playing in any number of my pretend worlds. I mean, come on. A minute and a half of tooth-brushing or a minute and a half of being a Vietnamese rice farmer? The choice is CLEAR.

Of course, my mother, being a good mother, insisted that I brush my teeth anyway.

My solution was to pantomime the entire process behind the closed bathroom door: run the water, pretend to put toothpaste on the brush, pretend to brush my teeth while holding the brush an inch away, run more water, pretend to rinse my mouth  ...

ALL OF WHICH TOOK EXACTLY AS MUCH TIME AS ACTUALLY BRUSHING THEM WOULD HAVE.

Yeah. Logic: severely lacking.

(Er ... mom? Did you know about this? Yeah, sorry about that. My six-year-old self apologizes for her complete stupidity.)